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#1
Turned out raising some heat in Jigano's cheeks had made him feel infinitely better. It wasn't a miracle cure, but it had him well on the way towards feeling better, and not just bitter. Some time, grilled magna vermis, and honey beer later, he was, perhaps, ready to be a decent human being again.

Though, he desperately wanted more of the way-too-easy-to-drink beer; he had come to Fiat Lux intending to become a lot more intoxicated than usual, and even if that dark, almost angry, part of him was appeased by the present company, he still wanted more of it. The warmth. The release. Honestly, the only reason he didn't steer Jigano in that direction to pick up another tankard was the fact that he was worried he'd be seen through in about five seconds. For some reason the idea of explaining that he felt like shit and thought alcohol was a good way to cure it had him less than excited.

So he didn't steer them back for more, even though he thought it would be very pleasant to be tipsy enough to loosen up some inhibitions.

Though that might be .. indecent.

Folding a small sigh back into his lungs Rory reached out for Jigano's hand, running the tips of his fingers down his wrist—lightly, lightly—before slotting their fingers together. Holding his hand was grounding. Feeling his skin an electrifying idea that he had no time for right now, not in this place, but he used it to chase some of the shadows from his eyes again.

He leaned closer to Jigano, taking care to not squish Isuma between their shoulders, briefly resting his head against the other as he angled his head back. When he spoke, his breath might drift against Jigano's neck. "So, what now?" he said quietly.



Jigano and Rexanna!

Clothes/style recap, because he's odd today: sort of snug-fitting black wool pants, dark blue shirt with a nice patterned trim, and a bright sash tied around his waist. His hair is done up sort of like feather guy here but less jpop, and his hair is longer.
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#2
The beer was a bit stronger than Jigano had given it credit for, with how smooth it had gone down. He normally wasn’t a beer person, but the taste of apples in it (and, admittedly, the company he drank it with) had won him over and he’d shared the tankard gladly with his…

Whatever Rory was, that was more than a friend but not quite a lover.

The bard was delightfully tipsy now, though, and the beer was only partly to blame. The man at his side was more intoxicating than any drink, and the mood of the festival had brought out his playful side even more than Rory alone could usually do. Jigano grinned unabashedly around at the stalls they passed, nodding to acquaintances he recognized from the tavern or around town. Their hands had fallen apart as they ate the tasty grilled worms, and this time the fox had left them that way, fingers flickering towards his companion but holding back, not wanting to force his friend into a public display if he wasn’t comfortable with it.

Foolish fox.

Rory’s touch so light against his skin sent a shiver through him, delicious and sweeter than any sugary confection from the food vendors. His fingers twitched in eagerness and then folded gently around those that slid between his. He didn’t even notice how his smile softened, too distracted by the jump of his pulse. Isuma chortled to herself on Rory’s shoulder, slipping deftly to his other side as the hunter started to lean into the loreseeker. Jigano didn’t notice that, either, his attention caught and held by the blond head tilted up towards his.

A second shiver coursed down his spine at the feel of warm breath ghosting over his skin, and his fingers flexed more firmly around Rory’s hand as the festival seemed to fall away around them.

Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was Frey’s influence on Rae’s festival, but it was as easy as instinct to tilt his head down and nuzzle smiling lips against the sharp curve of Rory’s elegant cheek. There was music in his soul, and he hummed a few notes as he drank in the warmth of his partner’s body and the scent of sunshine that seemed to permeate his skin. Gods most fortunate, but he was as giddy as a teenager! And what he wanted just then…

”Well,” he murmured, soft words against soft skin, ”We could find some musicians and—“

Isuma suddenly Reep!ed loudly, a happy greeting to an approaching friend, bouncing excitedly on Rory’s shoulder and catching Jigano off guard. For a moment he froze, heat creeping up his cheeks at being caught in such a position, but they had been standing around in public and he couldn’t help but laugh softly at himself and the way just being with Rory seemed to soften his sharp edges and turn all his pride to naught. He turned his head to face the friend who approached, but he stayed pressed close to the hunter and squeezed Rory’s hand in silent promise that they would continue their conversation later.

Rexanna !” he greeted with a broad smile and the flush still in his cheeks, setting off blue eyes that sparkled brightly, their usual masking shadows fled from Rory’s protective presence. ”Happy Fiat Lux!”
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#3
REXANNA
She knew she had spotted them at some point, but the next time she looked, they were gone. So she had spent some time with the others, catching up on the latest information since she’d been cooped up and recovering – her neck now only adorned with a slightly gruesome looking bruise along the side of it, and the two puncture spots of teeth (though those had mostly healed now, the bruising was the longest part). But now that the people she had been with began to leave, to go and dance or go to the wheel, she did her best to scout out Rory and Jigano again.

The banners remained in hand, wrapped around one of her arms as she moved along light feet to scout those that had gathered. She had turned them inward, so only the base of the colors shown through, none of the patterns. She knew Jigano already knew what they looked like, but she hoped deep down to catch a surprise on Rory’s face; the start of a friendship, a peace offering as she had told Jigano before. And with her friend’s helpful instruction – and warm sleeping gryphon – she assumed that it would be a banner that Rory would like. She hadn’t done much since Jigano had left her, only taking the banners out to make sure they were clean, and she had taken some extra care with her transmutation magic to make them more vibrant.

That, and she had made Rory’s banner more weather proof on the off chance he wanted to hang it outdoors at his farm.

It felt like forever as she made her way around before she finally spotted them, surprisingly close to one another, but she said nothing as she breezed in and Jigano greeted her with a wide smile (and Isuma with a reep of hello) – and was that a flush to his cheeks?! She was happy for him, to see the shadows that haunted his eyes gone, and she offered a bright cheerful smile in response to him. “Jigano! Happy Fiat Lux! And happy Fiat Lux, Isuma!” She spoke cheerfully, before her eyes danced to Rory and she dipped her head in a bit more of a muted greeting. She didn’t know where she stood with Rory, but she hoped on a day like this it would be good.

Happy Fiat Lux to you as well, Rory.” She smiled, reaching for the bundle of banners draped along one arm. First, she looked to Jigano with an almost conspirator glance before she opened up the one banner with the rainbow gryphon they had both designed and she made to hand it to him. “I fluffed it up a bit and added more vibrancy to the colors, but everything is the same.” She said with a small wink before looking fully on the blond man standing beside Jigano – that same smile crossing her face as she felt the confidence within. “I made you one too, with Jigano and Isuma’s help here.” She began, but before she opened it to show him, she paused. “I hope we can put everything behind us? I’d like to get to know you as a friend, if you'll have me.” Her voice retained the cheerfulness, but there was a spark of hope beneath it.

Then, she opened the banner for Rory – a weatherproofed version of the one Jigano and she had made. A dark purple body of a horse, blue hooves, with a rainbow that sprouted from the mane and tail as it appeared to gallop across the banner. Holding it up so Rory could see, her eyes scanned his face in the hopes of a response.
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It was, he realized, the closest they had been to each other in such circumstances. Jigano carrying a half-dead Rory through Long Night definitely did not count, and there was that time they had laid next to each other in the Oasis, but Amalia had been with them then, so that didn't count, either.

But this, though... Not only the way their fingers entwined, but Rory's shameless leaning, experimentally settling against the contours of Jigano's side. It crackled like static underneath his skin, all the pleasant elements of the hunt without the neurotic fretting: does he like me?

Duh. He did. And that left all of this to merely savor, content and secure in the knowledge that it was wanted.

And oh, how easy it would be to tilt his head a little, to make Jigano's lips wander over his cheek—

If only he had had a little more alcohol and daring in his veins.

There were shivers going down his spine in perfect sync with the crackle in his skin, and in the moment he found himself wishing that it was just the pair of them and nothing else around, no prying eyes, nothing to get in the way—

Isuma reeped a distinct gryphon hello, and next to him, he felt Jigano freeze. Regret and disappointment flooded his body, dark and gritty, ruthlessly pulling him back from whatever fantasies his pounding heart had been about to conjure. He blinked his blue eyes, swiveling his gaze to see—oh. You-should-have-left-me-to-die-lady, with her sharp eyes and sharp tongue, lashing his bruised skin as he fled in confusion and shame. Rory, cheek still on Jigano's shoulder, felt himself tense though his partner had relaxed, evidently happy to see the woman.

Happy greetings were exchanged, but Rory remained silent and shadowed, wary, his pulse uncomfortable in his veins. Was this when she said something snide? Leveled cold, icy eyes on him? Ignored him entirely, like so much air?

They regarded each other for a moment, then she gave him the same greeting. Confusion warred with his desire to relax. Still subdued, he raised his head from Jigano's shoulder. "Happy Fiat Lux to you too, Rexanna," he responded, his voice even; not exuberant, but not hostile. Just cautious. Guarded. He didn't know where he stood, and he didn't know how much he wanted to apologize, and it made him a wary creature.

He watched as Rexanna unfolded a banner, wondering about the glance she had given Jigano before doing it. A rainbow gryphon pranced on it. It was, indeed, very vibrant.

Then her gaze pinned him again, and he was abruptly reminded of wolves: smiling with all their knife-teeth, yet capable of the same goofy grins as any dog. He felt measured. Weighed. Observed in a way that was likely born of the memory of her cutting words and the lofty demeanor she had adopted when speaking them.

He was surprised to hear that she had made him a banner, less surprised to hear of Jigano and Isuma's involvement. Surprised, too, by her .. offer? Statement? Question? Olive branch? His eyebrows rose and he blinked. He wasn't used to.. any of this, honestly. "Uh, sure?" he ended up saying, a bit gracelessly, but mostly just confused.

She unfolded another vibrant banner, precious already for having been made for him (unless she'd imbued it with poison, in which case, fuck her and hopefully someone would avenge him): a fanciful pony, with rainbows for hair, cantering across the cloth.

Rory was not used to people going from chewing him out to asking for his friendship and then giving him very nice gifts. He wasn't used to anyone at all going out of their way to make him anything these days. He had willingly isolated himself and now that he was thrust back into being social, it felt like a limb thawing after frost: painful and itchy and uncomfortable.

"Thank you," he said quietly, wondering if his lack of excitement was disappointing. If anything, he just looked thoughtful, perplexed, because everything else that he was feeling his face and body didn't know how to express in that moment. "It is very nice."
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#5
He felt the tension ripple through Rory – how could he miss it, with how close they were? – and he glanced aside at his friend with a moment’s worry. Ah, but the last time Rory and Rexanna had seen each other had been a terrible day, and though Rexanna had spent time thinking of how to mend figurative fences, Rory had been busy mending actual ones on the farm. Without thought for consequences or how it might be misinterpreted, he freed his hand from the hunter’s so he could slide his arm more firmly around Rory’s waist, tucking him close against the lorekeeper’s side to give the man what reassurance he could.

Jigano grinned at Rexanna, a little shyness still lingering from his impulsive gesture, as he admired the colorful banner and Isuma purred on Rory’s shoulder and began to preen in obvious pride at what she had inspired. ”It’s even more beautiful than last I saw it!” he agreed. ”Thank you, lovely Rexanna!” He reached for it with his free hand, hooking it over his arm as he hummed in quiet consideration. ”Maybe Amalia will let us display it at the bakery’s stall?”

He held his breath as his partner’s banner was displayed, hoping that it might stir the hunter from the tense daze he had fallen into. The awkward answer sent a flicker of disappointment through him, but then again, he didn’t think Rory enjoyed being reminded of his angry speech on the hill that day, when everyone’s tempers were running high. Jigano knew that Rexanna meant well, but it might take the hunter a little longer to come to terms with it, and his smile returned with only a brief faltering. ”Talys was our inspiration,” he murmured. ”Though the rainbows were a more whimsical touch we came up, so she’d match Isuma’s banner.” He squeezed Rory’s waist lightly, sensing that perhaps his friend would like a moment to recover himself. They had been about to…

Well. Maybe they hadn’t. But he rather thought they both wanted to. It was a strange thought still, though he was slowly getting used to it. It was a warmth in him, a fizzing in his blood, and a mix of anxiousness and desperate hope best expressed with Isuma’s purring, especially when it left him breathless and at a loss for words. But, too, there was the desire to enjoy every moment they had together regardless of what they were – or weren’t – doing together, to imprint each minute and hour in each other’s company into his memory.

Even when that time was spent with other friends, as Rexanna was with them now. And if Rory needed a little space, well, his fox was more than able to provide it, especially with a friend like the former queen.

”We did good work,” he grinned to her, but his smile faltered a bit as he nodded to her neck, a little worry in his eyes. ”I take it that you’re healing up alright? I’m assuming that’s from the night at the Spire, when Lucas lost control…?”
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#6
REXANNA
The evenness of Rory’s voice was a start, she soon realized, as Jigano seemed to cling to Rory (something Rexanna honestly didn’t pay too much attention to, knowing her friend to be a bit quiet, and she’d rather not bring it up until he was comfortable with telling her if him and Rory were a thing), but she was happy for them – happy that Rory hadn’t died after Longnight, though the scars remained along his face and neck, happy that things were moving on despite the barrier falling and everything Rory had done to try and prevent it.

She didn’t blame Rory for it, nor the awkwardness of this encroachment, but she also didn’t want to bring that up either. Luckily for them, Jigano was there with Isuma to help make things a bit less awkward, and she offered her silver haired friend a smile at the suggestion of Amalia letting them hang it above the stall. “That’s a wonderful idea.” She offered with a small quiet smile, eyes drifting back toward Rory while Jigano explained the inspiration behind the galloping horse with rainbow hued mane and tail.

Nodding her head to Rory, she offered a gentler (slightly bigger) smile. “I weatherproofed it, on the off chance you want to hang it outside on your farm.” She announced, rolling her shoulders slightly. “But if it needs any repairs, I’ll be around to help fix it up!” She added, perhaps a bit quickly and awkwardly. “You’re welcome, though. I do enjoy sewing when I get a chance to.” Rexanna nodded along with what she said, as though it wasn’t a big deal to her to make something like this to spark a new bridge and push away what happened in the past – hoping that Rory could too.

But then Jigano questioned the bruising on her neck, and her sapphire gaze snapped back toward him briefly as she nodded with a small frown. “Uh, yes. I didn’t know what he needed when I found him, he just kind of grabbed and didn’t let go.” She rolled her shoulders a bit, a small awkward laugh escaping her lips. “I got him off eventually but… I did suffer a lot of blood loss, passed out at the base of the Spire for I don’t know how long. Bastien found me, and Phoebe came across us who fixed me up. She is a miracle worker.” She acknowledged with a small wink and grin, pushing away the anxiety and worry that lined Bastien’s face at what had happened to her and the likelihood that she could have died if she hadn’t done anything.

And well, now I’m doing alright. A bit weak still, but better as the days go on.
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#7
All this touching—Jigano's hand slipping so naturally around his waist and Rory's brain setting itself on fire over it—was .. both frustrating and wonderful. The latter, for obvious reasons, the former, because he couldn't do anything about it. He wanted it, he wanted more of it, but not in front of others. He wasn't sixteen anymore, he had decency, even though his mind was rapidly regressing.

Besides .. surprised as he was over this turn of events, it was something he rather thought he wanted to be here and alert for. He leaned happily into Jigano but his eyes—blue and bright, a flimsy shield over the wariness—were on Rexanna.

Then Jigano told of the inspiration behind the banner, and Rory found himself with a wry half-smile on his face. "Yeah," he said dryly, the humor evident in his voice, "last time I checked she did not have rainbows for hair." Rexanna had rocked his world, but he was beginning to find his footing again—the tremors were all in his head, anyway. He just .. hadn't expected someone to have an interest in his friendship after such an outburst, especially when they had no shared history (aside from her saving his life, but he hadn't been conscious for it).

Rory had always been bad at taking gifts and compliments. Too practical, too critical; his emotions were always in easy reach, but accepting things like these.. feeling the knowledge that someone did something for him, got him something, went out of their way for him—he always skirted around it, unsure of how to react, or rather, how much of his reaction to give away.

"Thank you," he reiterated, reaching out with his freed hands to take the vibrant banner from her. The consideration she had put into it.. the promise that she'd be there, that this was somehow more than just a whim—why? Why him? Why a complete stranger, who had also happened to be an asshole? It made him want to run away, because he didn't know what to do with it. He didn't know what to say that wouldn't just repeat what he'd just said, or something like, you're too kind, I didn't deserve this, why, why...

Jigano steered the conversation away from Rory, to Lucas and that night by the Spire. Ah, he thought, running his fingers over the fine cloth, so that was what he was doing. It had been happening more or less behind him when he'd come stumbling out, Wessex pouring water in his face, but then Lucas had been up at the top with them, hadn't he? Rory's nostrils flared as he let out a long breath.

And he suddenly realized one of the things that had him chafing against so many of the Outlanders: it wasn't that they were Outlanders, it was that they were.. cultured. Refined. Rexanna had so easily become a sharpened blade, wielding words and her face as honed weapons. Remi, with his vast knowledge and capacity for making things that were straight out of dreams. Roana and Ronin with their finely made weapons, better than any bog iron you might be lucky enough to find or have passed down from your grand-grand-grandfather or some such shit. Jigano, when he wore his confidence with ease, his words limned with silver and gold, so different (and yet it was so subtle) from the man he was when they were alone.

It made him feel inferior. Savage. Lesser, as cheap and worthless as the dirt he had been born from.

Well, that was a broad generalization, and not entirely true; it was born more from his flawed confidence, and Jigano, cultured and refined, certainly made him feel something more akin to the opposite of worthless. It was more a phenomenon with the collective whole of the Outlanders rather than something individual.

"I hope you've been eating well," he ended up saying, still studying the banner draped over his hands. "Food's important for the recovery."
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There was warmth and strength at his side as Rory leaned into him and the slightly anxious part of Jigano that had worried - too little, too late - after he had made the gesture was soothed as they stood together to admire the gifts Rexanna had made. He relaxed a little further at the humor in the hunter's voice, the thawing of the daze that seemed to have overtaken him at Rexanna's approach, and he chuckled at the wry observation, nodding his head in agreement - but utterly without remorse for the design choice.

He could feel the caution still in his companion's body, the wary tension of an animal eased down from fleeing but still too shy to trust. Rather than try to force a rapprochement that he had no part in, he instead tried to distract the conversation to something else - that, and he was genuinely concerned for Rexanna, friend that she was. He grimaced at her description of how Lucas had treated her, though given the Ascended's state when he'd emerged from the Spire, the lorekeeper wasn't entirely surprised that he'd lost control. Leaving Rex behind afterwards, though, making no attempt to get her help... well. It didn't do the man's reputation any favors, however cordial his one-on-one encounters with Lucas had been.

"Phoebe sounds very skilled," the bard agreed, pleasantly neutral on that topic with the weather so fine and friends around him. He was still wearing one of her flower crowns, after all, and saw no reason to borrow trouble when the young girl had proved such a help to Rexanna. He was glad, too, that Rory seemed to be genuinely - if shyly - offering his well wishes to the dark-haired beauty. "Perhaps Vai or Devrum can take a look, if you run across them today?" he suggested. "Might speed the recovery a bit, to have a magical healer nudge things along a little faster. And it wouldn't be the first time Vai has patched us up," he added wryly. And it might help prevent any scarring of her lovely skin. At least her radiance didn't seem to be much dimmed in spite of the bruising.

Seeking a more harmless topic, his eyes lit upon a nearby stall and his grin returned beneath laughing blue eyes. "Have you tried the grilled Magna Vermis yet? It's quite tasty!" As he seemed to recall, he had been the only one snacking on the fireworks-seared wormflesh when they had met at the oasis!
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REXANNA
Rexanna watched, finding it easier as the brunt of Rory and her own official meeting got most of the original awkwardness out of the way. A small smile lifted the corner of her lips and a chime of a chuckle left them too when Rory mentioned his horse didn’t have rainbows for hair. If she did Rexanna imagined Rory would be well known throughout the Settlement for having the strangest looking horse in the world.

But she appreciated Rory’s thank you toward the gift all the same. Perhaps when there wasn’t the influence of the world around them, and her and Rory were alone, they could go a bit more in depth about it. She was certain it had to be strange for him, to have an outburst and later have the person it was directed at choose to want to be your friend – but she understood where he came from and why he had done it, she just didn’t know how to say it here with all the joy and friendships surrounding every inch of the Festival.

When Jigano brought up the Spire and she told him what happened, she noticed the quiet from Rory’s end at first. But Jigano seemed to be able to put the words in place, and Rexanna bobbed her head in agreement to him with a wide smile. “Indeed she is!” She breathed. “I stayed the night there and Bastien has cared for me quite diligently until the Festival started.” She said with a quiet laugh, leaning in toward the two men with a roguish grin. “Though I stand by the fact he’s a bit of a mother hen when he’s worried – don’t tell him I told you that.” As if she’d told them a terrible secret, she leaned back upright with that same grin along her face.

But Jigano brought up a good point, one in regards to the healing and making it faster. She supposed it wouldn’t be a terrible idea, but at this point it was only the bruising that seemed truly terrible – and well, Rexanna was a fan of reminders for things. Lucas’ bite marks would likely scar a bit, and there was a part of Rexanna that wanted them to. Hell, there was even a part of Rexanna that mourned her brand when it had been taken from her.

She liked the reminders, to know what she had withstood.

Rory’s suggestion let her sapphire gaze soften as they landed on him and she gave him a wide grin. “Oh I have! Bastien doesn’t eat, really, anymore. But he’s made sure to become a caterer of sorts.” She snorted in response, but she appreciated the information. But before she could continue to speak to Rory, she heard Jigano’s suggestion of the Magna Vermis, and she shifted her head toward him briefly with a raised eyebrow. “The worms right?” She paused with a small laugh. “They didn’t smell bad when I fought with them, the parts burnt by the fireworks. The fox certainly enjoyed it!” She huffed a bit of laughter. “Perhaps it’s worth a shot when you’re not being hunted by them?
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He was content to let their conversation flow around him: it had never quite meant to include him anyway, had only ever been a distraction from him and his silence and his past actions clogging up his throat. So he listened, keen, tucking away the little tidbits offered and wondering at what they meant. Was she seeing Bastien? It certainly seemed that way when she leaned in to confide in them, and Rory's smile was lopsided.

In truth, he had a hard time picturing them together: whimsical and accidentally judgmental Bastien with this .. goddess made flesh, a sharp queen, a wolf dressed as a doe. It was not who he would've guessed her to be with, but then again, could he have guessed that he would stand next to the offworlder white-haired bard, his arm around his waist—such an easy, effortless claim?

No; he definitely would not have guessed it, and on paper, they were quite mismatched too.

People so rarely were who they seemed to be.

Then she said something else: Bastien doesn't eat, really, anymore, and Rory felt something swirl in his thoughts, like ink in water. It was a peculiar wording, a peculiar sentiment, and a peculiar world. The only thing he could think of was Wessex cooking for him after Long Night, saying the exact same thing, so—Bastien had Ascended? Interesting.

"Good," he said quietly, content to leave it there as conversation turned towards grilled worms, fireworks, and foxes. Rory felt something, a twitch of his ghost ears, something subtle changing in his face even though he tried to not change; his gaze slid to Jigano's face, studying his sharp profile. "Did the fox now?" he murmured, amused, and it could've meant something, or it could've simply been a shy echo of the humor—who spoke of foxes like that, anyway?

"It is very good," he confirmed, carefully folding up the beautiful banner, "so I definitely think we should go get some."

[ Maybe this would be a good place to wrap this up and just say they enjoyed some grilled worms together? <3 ]


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